Does your child look like a whore?

Usually I try to come up with a coherent and intelligent argument for some idea that I write about, however, this isn’t one of those instances. This is one of those instances when I’m just going to rant. And what is the topic for this rant you are asking…child pageants and the people who force, err, ask their little ones if they want to participate.

I have a very simple statement, and series of questions, to make to all of you nut jobs, err, parental figures. What the hell is wrong with you? Were you not loved enough as a child? Did you not fulfill your dreams and hopes when you were young that you have to force your children to live out your dreams?

What you people do is sick and wrong. You exploit your children in an unhealthy manner. You can’t tell me that little girls, the age of 6, like to be yelled at that they are to fat, that they don’t look slutty, err, old enough. Do they actually like to be paraded around in clothing that adults wouldn’t even wear.

I know that there may be some children out there that, perhaps, like the pageants. But do they like them for the same reasons that you parents do? Do they find it fun meeting other children their age, like they should, or do they find it fun when the lose because the girl next to her looked more like a hooker than she did?

Children are meant to be children. Running around playing, having fun with other children. They are meant to experience life on their own terms. They are meant to get into trouble, get dirty, and be punished. They aren’t supposed to be living out their parent’s fantasies. And they especially aren’t supposed to be exploited.

Its the exploitation of children that is the most disgusting thing of it all. Its the exploitatation of children and the bastardly parenting that leads to cases like Jon Benet Ramsey, a case which has never been solved. Why are we so obsessed with making our children these projections of ourselves? Parents have the responsiblity and obligation to guide a child in their growth and development, not concretely define their development.

I’m going to get this out of the way, because I’m sure some people are wondering. No….I do not have any children. No, I have never been a parent, nor and uncle or legal guardian. So while I may not have first hand experience of raising children, I do have two things on which I can draw from. I have common knowledge, and I have fantastic parents. My parents provided a foundation for which I was able to define myself. I was never forced to do anything that I didn’t want to do…unless it was eating my vegetables. I wasn’t forced to do sports, band, etc. I chose to do those things and they supported me. Not me supporting my parent’s ambitions.

I just want this blogrant to be a wake-up call and food for thought for anyone who reads it. While this has been a very judgemental posting, and I am rather annoyed and perturbed, I do acknowledge the fact that everyone has the right to live their lives anyway they choose. I may not agree with it, but there isn’t much I can do about it. What’s done is done. If I can just reach some people and have them think about they do, then I’ve done what I’ve come to do.

With that said…gl hf mb (Good Luck, Have Fun, Make Babies).